Louis Donovan (strikethose) wrote in repose, @ 2018-04-01 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, atticus mcvickers, louis donovan, steve mcrory |
log: louis and atticus - out in the woods
Who: Louis and Atticus
What: A wolfy run in.
Where: Repose woods.
When: Full moon.
Once upon a time, Louis would have given anything, anything at all, for a scrap of sleep. Back when his brain was a scrambled mess and the thing inside him was stalking New York, sleep was always on his mind, ever-elusive, ever out of his grasp.
Despite his various supernatural passengers in Repose, that problem hadn't recurred, really, not in the way it had back then, when he was so tired that getting through a thought was ponderous and difficult. But it still struck him every once in a while, and laying in bed wishing he weren't awake brought back too many memories to just lie still. Having it reminded him of before, kindling old fears that sleeplessness was more than just worry. The soothing hiss of a raspy voice in his ear that he was worrying over nothing was far from a comfort.
He took to the Repose woods on nights like this one. Walking on his own under the stars made him feel safer. The further he got from town, the safer he felt. The walks gave him time to breathe and focus simply on putting one foot in front of the other without hooking his feet on a root in the deep shadows of the night.
It was still early enough in the spring that the night was cool. He was wrapped in a wool jacket against the chill. Should he have thought to glance up at the moon tonight?
In the distance, he heard a chorus of fading howls, and his steps slowed. Morning couldn't be far off now, but the darkness was still deep enough to disguise the movement of anything too far beyond the next few trees.